Originally Posted by
Steve M1911A1
I used to smoke, last time more than 30 years ago.
I loved good cigars.
Like Ted, I went a fairly simple route: I used a glazed ceramic jar with a gasketed, airtight top, although it was easier to open than one of Ted's canning jars. Inside was an aluminum (I think) cigar tube into which I punched some holes; it was filled with non-cotton "cotton" fluff, into which I occasionally dripped a bit of water.
I still have that jar. It now holds the last few ounces of some extremely fine pipe tobacco that I can no longer smoke. Every so often, I open the jar and inhale. Then I salivate for an hour.
When my daughter was little, I would walk with her on Halloween, on her "Trick or Treat" rounds. (By then, I had given up smoking...except...)
On the next block lived a guy who was a cigar connoisseur. My daughter got a few pieces of candy from him, but every Halloween I got a wonderful real-Cuban cigar!
As we walked home, she ate the candy, and I smoked the cigar: My one cigar of the entire year.
One Halloween, I got sick on the way home: My body would no longer tolerate nicotine. I had to give up even my once-a-year cigar!
But to this day, when someone passes by smoking a really fine cigar, my nose wants to follow him wherever he's going.